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Meet me tomorrow

A/N: Alright, this is one shot requested by anon, thank you :) Right now it’s just a one shot, but if you will like it, I can write another chapter or more. Just let me know. :)  Takes time probably before Thor first movie or somewhere around beginning, since Loki here is still that innocent boy he used to be. Gif is not mine.  

Imagine living on Asgard and being simple, shy girl. One day you catch Loki’s attention, just because you are as different as he is. 

Oh, why me? Please, why me? You lamented in your mind, walking through the room in palace, among a heap of people, most of them drunk. They were celebrating another success in battle but you’ve never been interested in.. well, this.  You were quietly looking for your father, trying not to draw attention. After a while you found him, with his head on  the table and probably sleeping. You rushed towards him, shaking his shoulder. “Dad. Daddy. Father!” you raised your voice and he quickly moved up his head. “What-..what..is going on, sweetheart?” “It’s really late, mother asked me to bring you home. So please do not make it worse than it has to be. Come with me,” you tried to convince him, since he looked like he wanted to lie on the table again. “Wait a minute, Y/N. Just give me a second,” he murmured and you sighed, then sat beside him into the corner. “Alright, a minute. Then we are going home,” you replied and leaned against a wall. You went quiet and looked around. When you saw your neighbour, a girl not much older than you, sitting on Fandral’s lap and laughing, you just raised your eyebrows and looked away. There was a really loud older prince with his friends and women who acted just like your neighbour. But then someone else caught your attention - younger prince Loki, who quietly with his eyebrows furrowed, read his book, between all this mess and loud people. But it didn’t seem to bother him at all. You tilted your head to the side and smile formed on your lips. He was unlike everyone else in the room. Calm, quiet and sober. You watched the way one black lock of his hair fell across his forehead and then his pale fingers put it back on place. You slid your gaze lower on his book and after a while of looking, you recognized you already read this one. When you returned your sight back on his face, your heart skipped a beat since his eyes were set right on you and he looked amused. You quickly looked away, feeling heat on your cheeks. You nervously bit your lip before shaking your father’s shoulder again. “Dad, come on wake up. We need to go,” and walk past both princes so let’s get over it as fast as we can, daddy. “Let’s go then,” he mumbled and got up. You quickly caught up his elbow to prevent him from falling and then you lead him further. Your cheeks burned again, knowing you were with every step closer to prince Loki, from whom you couldn’t take your eyes off just a few minutes ago and he saw it. “Something caught your eye, lady.. what is your name?” You heard prince’s smooth voice and you closed your eyes. Why me? Oh, why me again? You turned to him and met his playful eyes and amused smile. “My name is Y/N, your highness,” you bowed down your head and took a deep breath, “and I.. well, I just.. I’ve read the same book,” you replied finally. “Really? And what did you learn from it?” he asked, looking like he was truly having fun. You bit your lip again, not so sure how to answer. “I do not wish to take you a chance to learn it yourself, my prince,” you replied with a small smile and he laughed. “You are clever, lady.. Y/N,” he added after a short pause. The way his voice gracefuly played with syllables of your name made you shiver, “May I accompany you? It seems you need a little help,” he pointed at your father, who was now leaning against the table. You slightly nodded. Loki got up from his seat and while you lead your father out of the room again, you felt touch of his fingers on your waist for a moment. Then he took your father’s shoulder on the other side. Just when you were about to tell him he should not do this, he spoke frist. “So tell me, do you always read books or you just read this one?” You felt his gaze on you while walking under the sky full of stars, but you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t help your smile. No man ever wanted to talk with you about reading books. Except him. “I always do it. All the time. Father says that no one is going to pay me for reading books so I better find something else to do but I just can not help it.” “Me either,” he replied and you looked at him. With that simple answer you felt like you could tell him everything you wanted to talk about but no one was ever interested, “I am learner and magician rather than.. warrior.” “Now, that is truly..” “..strange?” “Special. I think it’s special.” You kept looking into his eyes, smiling a little. You kept watching his handsome face and graceful moves. “We are nearly home, so.. thank you for your help and company, your highness,” you said and he smiled again. “Just Loki, please. And, my lady, if I may ask you, meet me tomorrow after lunch right on this place,” he pointed at the tree, a few meters behind you, “if you want. I have something I am dying to show you.” You kept looking at him, even when your father started mumbling something again. Is the prince really asking me to meet him again? “And what is it?” you asked, walking towards your home and leading your dad the right way. “A surprise. Will you come?” This must be a dream. “Gladly,” you answered making him smile. Then he turned over and walked back towards the palace. That night you didn’t sleep a single minute.

Talk to Me

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if the person who requested this wanted it as a drabble or a fic, so here it is as a fic! haha I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think, feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Prompt: Anonymous asked: Steve X Reader with “Why don’t you ever talk around me? I’ve never heard you speak.” please?

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on your powers. You opened your eyes and saw that the table in front of you was now levitating. You smiled as you started moving it around the gym. You were practicing your powers for the team. Nick Fury and Sam Wilson had approached you three months ago, telling you that they needed you to be a part of the Avengers. You had agreed and moved in with the team immediately.

Your powers were complicated, to say the least. You were able to speak any type of language with little to no practice, your agility was enhanced, and you could move things with your mind. It was a lot, but Sam had stated that they mainly needed you to translate for them and that you’d need to practice your other powers before you could become a full time member.

So, three months later, you were training nonstop and only starting to grasp your powers. You took a deep breath and gently set the table on the ground. “Wow, you’re really improving!”

You turned to see Steve standing in the doorway. You gave him a short smile and nodded. Quickly, you started packing up your stuff and walked out of the room. You didn’t want to talk to Steve Rogers yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, it was more of a difficulty to work up the courage to talk to someone new. With your powers, you often had a hard time reverting back to English and found yourself talking in foreign languages. Other times, you’d have a hard time talking without a heavy accent from the last language you spoke.

You found Steve dangerously attractive and didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, so naturally, you avoided him. On top of your struggles to manage your powers well enough, you were extremely afraid to say the wrong thing to him. What would you even begin to say to him?

Steve sighed, watching you walk down the hall towards your room. He wasn’t sure what he was doing so wrong to make you seem so scared of him. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed that you had forgotten your water bottle. He walked over to it and grabbed it. He started walking towards your room, but decided against it. He didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.

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Silence//Peter Parker x Reader

Anon Request

Prompts: 5 & 38

Word Count: 1055

Hope you like it anon, sorry if it seems a bit misplaced, i seriously didn’t know how to make this better and I didn’t want to make you wait

You had been in relationships before, but by far, you would count your relationship with Peter Parker as one of the weirdest ones. Why? Because the two of you never really talked. You had interacted, with pressed foreheads, intertwined fingers, and kisses of course, but once in a while, the thought of having a real conversation with your two month boyfriend seemed nice.

You tapped your knuckle against the door waiting for a answer.

“Who?”

“Y/N”

The door opened wide to reveal Peter and a smile,“Hey.”

“Hi.” You replied shooting back a grin,“Can I come in?”

He nodded, stepping aside, and allowing you to walk in before he closed the door and then swiftly grabbed your hand in his taking you to his bedroom. You noticed the blush creeping up his neck as you walked, in which you found adorable and would absolutely love to tell him yet, it seemed daring, since a pure conversation was to yet to be made between you two, and you didn’t want to do something to make him uncomfortable.

You kicked off your shoes as you usually did and then met Peter on his bed. And that’s how it would usually go. You would come over, lay on the bed together, maybe watch a movie, get some snacks and share some romantic gestures, but words? The only words that were said would relate to the type of movie to watch or snack to eat. That was it really.

Peter cleared his throat,“So, um, what movie do you want to watch?”

“Anything is fine, really.”

“Okay.” He responded as he swung his legs over the bed and walking to his crate of files. Your eyes followed him, and you could see his built figure which was evident through his shirt, and that made you swoon, and that was something you wanted to tell him, for you knew he was insecure. But no, you didn’t.

You waited, staring up at his ceiling until you felt a dip beside you. The movie unfamiliar to you began playing on the television screen. And then your natural instinct to curl your head into his neck and let Peter rest his head on yours came into play, just like the other times you had hung out with him, and though you were very much okay with it, you couldn’t help but want more because you really liked him, really, really liked him.

The movie was halfway through and that was when Peter had decide to pause the movie. You knew what was coming, it was the same routine everytime.

You jumped from the bed as Peter had walked out to the kitchen and you followed. You always would jump on the counter, let him feed you questions of what to munch on and then back to the movie you would go.

“Poptarts?” He asked fishing through the top cabinet.

“Nah.”

“Popcorn?” Peter queried holding a small packet.

You nodded before he the fixed the bag into the microwave and then sat next to you on the counter.

Silence. That was all you ever really heard when you hung out with him. And it was driving you crazy. And you weren’t going to let it happen anymore, because the silence was now completely and utterly frustrating.

““Does it bother you that we barely ever talk?”

“W-What?” He stuttered.

“Does it bother you that we never really talk to each other? It’s just we always do the same thing. We watch a movie, cuddle, get a snack, finish the movie, and then we say bye and I kiss you if I’m lucky.” You blurted out before turning to Peter,“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I mean, do you?”

“No. To be frankly honest, I don’t.“

You sighed grabbing his hand,“Why didn’t we say anything to each other then?”

“I guess I, at least, didn’t want to mess this up.” He started,“Y/N, I really like you. And you thought we were going fast and I didn’t think you wanted that.”

You smiled wide,“I really like you too Peter” The boyish grin I found adorkable played to his lips,“And no. I don’t think we’re going fast or anything.”

“Can we just tell each other this stuff next time? Or anything, to each other, I mean only if you would like to. I just don’t want to make this a guessing game.“ He suggested.

You nodded,“Please, I would love that. One of those reason being of how I’ve been wanting to tell you how extremely built you are Parker. And its pretty hot.” You told him as you swung my arms around his neck.

“I’m flattered you noticed Y/N” He replied bringing his arms to your waist sliding you to his lap. Peter pressed his forehead against my own. Your heart was skipping beats and butterflies had engulfed my stomach. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

His lips were soft and gentle, and it was the first time you had really observed a kiss shared between the two of you. You could melt in his arms if you had wanted to, because Peter put so much devotion into that one kiss, you felt my heart on the verge of stopping. His teeth tugged on my lip and then he pulled away immediately.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t really know if that-”

You chuckled interrupting him,“You know what else I would like to tell you Parker? I like the way you kiss me.”You spoke honestly,“So don’t pull away so quickly.”

“So that was okay?-What I did?” He asked.

You laughed,“Yes Peter Parker that was alright.”

He let out a nervous breath, and then kissed you again, and all you felt was complete bliss.

Wow

A list of things Steve Rogers would historically be unfamiliar with:

I fell down a rabbit hole of research about inventions circa the 40s and was surprised by a bunch of things that have been around way longer than I thought and some that are strangely reccent, and compiled them into a list. Aka, a resource for fic writers.

Bananas (or rather, the ones we have today. The ones he’d be accustomed to, the Gros Michel, a sweeter, creamier species, went extinct in the 50s and was replaced with the bland Cavendish banana.)

High-fives (the low-five was actually invented first, around WW2, and he may have been familiar with that)

Buffalo Wings (invented in the 60s)

CPR (not really used until the late 40s, not widely known until the 50s)

Tiramisu (invented in the 80s)

Big Macs & McNuggets (while McDonald’s was founded in 1940, the former wasn’t introduced until the 60s, and the latter, the 80s)

Seat belts (the first car to have one was in the late 40s, and only became mandatory to wear them in the 80s. holy shit.) 

Walmart (invented in 1962. Or really, the large-scale supermarkets as we know them today really)

Yellow tennis balls (prior to the 70s they were usually black or white)

Panadol (first sold in the US in the 50s)

The smiley face aka :) (popularised in the 60s)

Now alternatively, here’s a list of things Steve WOULD (or possibly would) be familiar with:

I’m not sure why some of these surprised me.

Modern Sunglasses (have been around a lot longer than I thought, and were mass produced in the 20s)

Nokia (was first founded in 1865. I’m not kidding. They began as a pulp mill and moved into making rubber respirators for military from the 30s onwards)

Nintendo (been around since 1889 as a toy company, during the 40s they made playing cards. Wouldn’t be implausible that he knew about Nintendo, perhaps from Morita)

Krispy Kreme (opened in 1937, didn’t spread widely until the 50s however)

Kool-Aid (introduced in the 30s)

Oreos (introduced in 1912)

Printed/graphic tees (didn’t become a trend until the 60s-70s, but they certainly existed in the 40s)

Hoodies (originated in the 30s, worn by workers in cold New York warehouses. Meaning, it’s entirely plausible Bucky could’ve been wearing hoodies in the 40s)

Malls (they weren’t called that back then, but they certainly had shopping centres or plazas since the 1800s)

Converse sneakers (invented in 1908 and have barely changed since!)

bucky who can’t quite seem to get over the fact he can pick up mjolnir even though it’s been a good three months since the first time he accidentally plucked it from the ground in avenger’s tower. the hammer itself always seems to be in the most random of places and bucky will walk over to it whenever the opportunity comes along and look around to make sure no one is watching before picking it up again as it expecting one day that he won’t be able to lift it again. except every time it comes off the ground without hesitation and he grins like an absolute idiot because it means more to him than it probably should just that mjolnir deems him worthy at all so that must mean there’s something good about him, right?

and of course tony eventually asks why thor leaves his hammer just sitting around the place and thor simply smiles and says, “because it helps where i cannot.”

and nobody knows exactly what he means by that

Oh Captain, My Captain!

Title: Oh Captain, My Captain!

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader

Summary: You just want a relaxing night out at a bar, but creepy dudes have other ideas.

Based On: Blue Bloods by Laurel

Listen: Here

Tagging: @liqhthouse @imagine-assembling-the-avengers (hope you don’t mind being tagged Angel!)

Warnings: Drinking, Assholes being Assholes, Pretty vulgar language. (I think that’s it! Message me if you find anymore!)

A/N: My first marvel one-shot! Let me know what my Little Angels think!

The bar was lit in amber light from the brown lampshades hanging above each table. Patrons muddle about, not too many were there, it was Wednesday after all. A few had struck up a game of pool in the corner of the room, but most just sat quietly in their booths, or at the counter where you were seated.

You signaled to the bar tender to refill your drink, scotch on the rocks. You take a sip, then return to people watching. It had been a long week, and it was only half way done. On Monday you had a double shift, then you coworker had a family emergency and you had to cover her shift. On Tuesday you had issues with what your store ordered, so that was screwed to high hell, and somehow your boss was blaming it on you, even though you have literally nothing to do with what they stock. And today, you had several moody, dick-bag customers blowing up at you, and yelling in your face because they were trying to use 3 year old coupons, and because of their own stupidity. How you managed to survive this long without maiming someone was incredible.

You took another well deserved sip of your drink as someone slides into the seat next to you. You ignored him at first, hoping he would take the hint, and stop looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat. But, nope! Just your luck that Neckbeard had to pick you out of all the people in this bar, just great!

“Hey Gorgeous, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” God, you could smell his breath from where he was sitting, alcohol clearly present in it. You looked him over, his jeans are worn and fade with holes in them, a plain white T-shirt which is covered with various stains you don’t want to know about. His brown hair to greasy, and he smells like he hasn’t showered in days. Why couldn’t he see you wanted to be left the hell alone.

“Trying to have a relaxing night in the middle of the week, but a few people” You glare at him, “Are making that impossible.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I get it, some people just can’t take a hint ya know? That’s why you gotta be direct about it, flat out tell them you don’t won’t to talk to them.” He was clearly not taking the hint.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“See, there you go just like that, say I was wondering, you wanna ditch this bar and head back to my place?”

“No,” he seems baffled by your blunt response, like he hasn’t heard it thousands of time before.

“You bitch, I have been nothing but kind to you, and you tell me no!” You are about to start into him when out of know where a large hand grabs his shoulder.

“I suggest you apologize to the lady, before things get ugly.” The voice attached to the hand say in a threatening manor. Neckbeard can’t see the man holding him, but you can. And damn, this man is huge, and quite handsome.

“Hey buddy, shove off this has nothing to do with you.” Neckbeard turned to face him, and you could instantly see the regret on his face.

“First off, I am not your buddy, second either you leave the nice lady alone, or you’re gonna have to deal with my fist to your face. Understand?” Neckbeard nodded his head vigorously, then quietly muttered an apology to you. A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, a smile spread across your face. That was by far the funniest thing you had seen that week. The blond man turned to you a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry about him ma'am, some men are real pigs,” He turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Wait!” he looked back to you, a questioning look on his face, “You should stay, in case he comes back you know” He smiled at you, like he knew what you were doing, and in all honesty he did, but you were pretty cute, and seemed interesting. “I’m (Y/N) by the way, and you are?”

“Steve,” He told you

“Well, Steve, has any one ever told you, you have some of the prettiest blues eyes?” You leaned over toward him. Man, you were never that bold without a little alcohol in you blood stream.

“Are you flirting with me?” A smug smirk was on his lips.

“Maybe,” You ended up talking to each other till last call, which you then exchanged numbers, and told him to call you. Which he did, the next day, that was the first of many, many dates to come. Now, Steve’s only mission was to never, ever let the other Avengers find out about you, the amount of teasing he would receive would be unbearable. But they did, when Tony and Clint went through his phone to look for people to prank call, only to find a contact under the name, sugar. The teasing would never ever let up after that.

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“Oh, don’t be a bitch.” (requested by anon)

Out Of The Shadows

Original request from a lovely anon:  Could you write a Matt MurdockXReader where they knew each other since they were young and when Matt gets blinded she was there for him and such. But when he left for Law School she stayed and she trained and turned into “Shadow” and she tries to protect Hells Kitchen and when Matt comes back they meet up as regular friends, each not knowing the other’s identity. They then meet up and they recognize their voices and idk. You can change it up if you would like. (Thank you)

A/N: I did end up changing it up a little bit, and I hope that’s alright! This was super interesting for me to write, so thank you for sending in the request!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 2410

Warnings: Mild language, other than that, nothing

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“So, law school, huh?”

“Yeah…” His hand on my bicep tightens.

“You don’t sound too pleased about it, Matty.” I say. “What’s eating you?”

“I’m just a little apprehensive about leaving Hell’s Kitchen, that’s all.” He shrugs lightly.

“Oh come on, you’ve been wanting to get out since before you were blinded.” A few onlookers gasp at my insensitive words, but Matt just chuckles. He hates it when people tiptoe around him, so I don’t. “You should be celebrating your escape.” I pause and turn to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly. “You’re finally escaping hell. Literally.”

“I guess you’re right.” He says, chuckling lightly.

“Besides,” I say, once again leading him down the walkway. “Without me to cling onto, you’re definitely gonna get a ton of ass.”

“(Y/N)!” He cries.

“What? It’s true, Matt! Girls love guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” He questions, the smirk on his face evident in the tone of his voice. “You mean blind guys?”

“Yes!”

“Yes? What do you mean yes?”

“What I mean is that girls like funny, kind, sweet, smart, talented and handsome blind guys, such as yourself.” I explain. “And without me by your side, all of them are bound to flock to you like they’re bees and you are a gorgeous blind flower with the best pollen around.”

“Are you saying you were the reason I got zero dates in high school?”

“Oh please, the way I lead you around most people thought we were dating.” I roll my eyes at him. “At any given time I had a girl come up to me tell me how lucky I was to be in a relationship with you. We were a truly heart breaking couple you and I, Matt. What a shame it had to come to an end.”

“Oh? And how did “we” end exactly?” I can tell without looking at him that he’s trying to hold back his laughter.

“Oh it was simply tragic.” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was the middle of the summer after we graduated. The air was hot, but our hearts were cold. We couldn’t handle the pressure of being so perfect anymore! And so we parted ways, never to be lovers again.”

“That sounds like one of those terrible straight to video movies your mom likes to watch.” He snorts loudly before bursting out into laughter.

“How do you think I came up with it, dude?” I manage to say before laughing with him. Soon enough we come to a stop in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Could you walk me up?” He asks.

“I know you can manage it.” I say, rolling my eyes. “You may be blind, but it’s not like you can’t see.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I thought you had said-”

“I didn’t say anything.” I say cutting him off. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

-Fast forward 7 years-

I’m asleep and the phone rings. I look at the alarm clock, and it’s nearly 8:30. Who in heaven’s name is calling me? It’s Saturday. I have the day off. No one should be calling me. Regardless of this person’s wrongdoings, I pick up my cellphone and answer the call.

“Hello?” I answer, the word coming out in a groan.

Are you seriously still in bed? A familiar voice says on the other end of the line.

“Shut the fuck up, Murdock, not all of us have a human alarm clock.” I grumble, slowly sitting up in bed, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

Hey, Foggy is my best friend. He counters.

“Oh? What does that make me, Matty, chopped liver?” He just laughs in response.

If the shoe fits.

“You know, I would beat you senseless if you weren’t blind.”

Good thing I can’t see shit then, isn’t it? He asks, sounding like he’s ready to laugh again.

“Yeah,” I answer. “For you.”

We still on for coffee?

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I unwillingly peel the covers away from my body and get out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to get washed up.

We’re meeting at th-

“Yeah, I know, the cathedral,” I interrupt. “Really, Matt. I can remember stuff. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Don’t be, (Y/N). I know this city like the back of my hand.

“The thing is, you’ve probably gotten a new freckle or mole or something since the last time you saw it.” I say, starting the water for a shower. “Just don’t get lost, okay? I don’t know if I’ll be able to find you this time.”

I’m not going to get lost. I’m not fifteen anymore.

“Sure you’re not.” I chuckle. “I’ll meet you there in an hour, okay?”

Alright, see you then.

“See ya, Matty.”

We hang up and I hop in the shower to clean up from a rough night. I was out late as usual, beating up the stray thug and would be rapist. Everything was normal until a band of ninjas came at me and nearly took me out. Yes. I said ninjas. Ninjas in New York. Sounds like a terrible straight to DvD movie a day-care would have, but never play because they’ve gotten too many complaints from parents. Regardless, ninjas in New York. Very dangerous. I don’t recommend engaging them when they come anywhere near you. I just barely got out of there before the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen showed up to take them down. I stuck around just long enough to watch him take a couple of guys to the ground, err, roof. He had a sort of covering over his face. It covered everything from the tip of his nose up. As dark as it was, there’s no way he would have been able to see through the fabric, let alone take out the number of men he did with the sheer skill with which he did it. In that lighting and with the cover over his face, he had to have been blind. But that begs the question, if he is blind, then how did he do it? Who could have that sort of skill set?

My train of thought continues as I get out of the shower, towel dry my body and hair, get dressed and even as I’m leaving my apartment.

This entire occurrence has to be one of the absolute weirdest and most awe inspiring things I’ve seen during my night shift. Hell’s Kitchen certainly is a holding tank for weirdos. Regardless of the number of weirdos in my city, I am definitely glad the Devil showed up when he did. If he hadn’t I might be a murder scene right now. Still, where did he come from? There were no reports of

It’s not long till I’m approaching the front gates of the cathedral. Matt is already there, cocking his head like he does when he’s listening to something really intently.

“Hey there, Mr. Big Time Lawyer Man, how goes the big time law work?” I call.

“Oh you know, just big time law work in a dinky big time law firm that Foggy and I founded ourselves.” He says, turning in the direction of my voice.

“It’s good to see you, Matty.” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, (Y/N).” He says, hugging me back.

“Ooh, a comedian and a lawyer.” I pull away from him and poke his nose gently. “How is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“I can’t see myself with any of the women I meet.”

“Shit’s getting old, Matt.” I snort.

“Yeah yeah, I know, but no one else lets me get away with it like you do.” A grin spreads across his features.

“That is true.” I nod, offering him my arm. “You ready to go?”

“Of course.” He nods, gently grasping my bicep. “Caffeinate me, baby.”

“See, it’s stuff like that that made everyone think we were dating.” I chuckle.

“Are we really back on this topic again?” He asks.

“Oh we’re always on this topic, Matt. Always.”

“Good to know we can just pick up where we leave off.”

“Perks of being such good, long time and stubborn friends.” We walk down the street, headed in the direction of the best coffee joint in Hell’s Kitchen. “We could probably pick up where we left off on a conversation from fifteen years ago and it would be like no time has passed.”

“In that case, how could you ever think that the second generation of pokemon was better than the first?” He questions.

“Hey, don’t question my choices blind boy, the series just went downhill after the third generation, it was the last season and game before the beginning of the end.” I argue. “They’ve got a living chandelier now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, not to mention a walking bag of garbage. Do you wanna know what it’s evolution is?”

“Do I even want to know?”

“It’s like the contents of the dumpster behind Josie’s bar came to life.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. Exactly!” I cry. “Why do you even care about me liking the second generation better than the first anyways? You couldn’t even watch it!”

“Just to piss you off, (Y/N).” He says, laughing quietly. “Just to piss you off.”

“Good to know we never moved past that point in our relationship.” Matt just grins at me in response.

When we make it to the cafe we order our drinks and just talk. We talk about anything and everything. He tells me about Foggy and Karen and how all three of them ended up working together. I talked to him about working at the shitty bank down the street and the weird people I see come and go every single day. We talk about the time we’ve been away, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned and who we’ve dated. As far as I can tell, he’s the same old Matt Murdock, but I know better than that. Something about him has changed, I can feel it, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. I shrug it off as we near the end of our visit and he has me walk him home.

“Do you want to come up?” He asks.

“Nah, I can’t.” I answer, trying to keep my breathing and heart rate normal, just in case his hearing is strong enough to tell I’m lying. “I’ve got a work thing. It’s super important, otherwise I would try to get out of it,”

“Alright.” He nods.

“It was really great visiting with you, Matty.” I pull him into a strong hug. “I’ve missed having you around.”

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).” He says hugging me back briefly before letting go of me. “We should do this again some time.”

“Maybe I can meet your friends next time.” He nods as he walks up stoop, waving goodbye to me. “See ya later, Murdock.”

-Three hours later-

I sit, crouched on a rooftop, waiting for some sign of wrongdoing going on in the city. It seems like a pretty slow night so far. No one’s tried to jump, rape or rob anyone so far, and no ninjas have showed up yet so I’m pretty bored. What’s the point of hero-ing if no one needs to be saved.

With a heavy sigh, I heft myself up from my spot, ready to leave, when I hear a light ‘thump’ alerting me to a newcomer on the roof. I turn around slowly to find the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen behind me.

This ought to be fun. I think.

I slowly approach him, looking him up and down, taking in his stance, posture and the sort of aura he lets off. Everything about this man is familiar, and suddenly I can piece everything together.

“Since when are you in the vigilante business, Murdock?” I question. “Thought you were blind, kid.”

“How do you know who I am?” He says, cocking his head to the side.

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask. He shakes his head, ‘no’, and I sigh. “I thought you were better at the whole “listening to people” thing. Can’t you recognize my voice?”

“(Y/N)?” He says incredulously. “How did you know?”

“Something about you seemed different when we met for coffee today. Something about you changed.” I explain. “It also helps that I realized the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was blind after he saved me the other night.”

“So you’re The Shadow the street thugs have been talking about?”

“That’s what they’re calling me?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know I’d made a name for myself.”

“From what I’ve heard you’ve taken down street crime by fifteen percent since december.” He says. I can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I just really kick ass.”

“How’d you come to be “The Shadow”?” He asks, putting my alias in air quotes.

“A little over a year after you left for college I started training with someone. Sick, stubborn old bastard, but he was good.” I explain. “He told me about a previous student of his. No one after him seemed to make a good impression on him. Something tells me you were that student.”

“You trained with Stick?” He sounds almost angry.

“Yeah.” I nod, folding my arms across my chest. “He left after a year or so to go find someone else to fail him. Once he was gone, something made me want to try to help clean up the city or something. So, here I am.”

“Stick abandoned you too, huh?”

“Yeah, but who needs him anyways?” I turn back to look out over the rooftops. “Dude sucks.”

“Very astute, (Y/N).” He says, coming to stand at my side.

“Don’t use lawyer talk with me, Matty, I only went to community college.” Suddenly he cocks his head, clearly hearing something I can’t. “What is it?”

“Gang a few blocks over.” He answers. “I can’t quite tell what they’re doing.”

“Well, duty calls.” I smirk and take a few steps back before sprinting forwards and leaping across the gap between two buildings.

“This could be the beginning of a very strenuous partnership.” Matt mutters before following after me.

“Don’t be like that, Matty.” I say. “You’re never gonna get rid of me. I’m you’re new shadow, right?”

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